God take my breath away, it's been a while since your words graced my lips.

Take me back to being a young girl,
When dancing down the streets of Jerusalem was an every Monday morning thing.

Take me back to your wonder of the world.

the sun still shines when you're not around

my ideal lover...
values the power of words
see's the hidden meanings
in my writings
becomes the flaunting beauty
in my writings
& becomes my enigma muse

my ideal lover...
can savour all the sweet nothings
i whisper through their lips
without getting a toothache
and with every move they make
with every stride they take
it has so much grace
it brings a tear to your face

you could write an endless song
of their endless beauty
of their every action
woven with pure intent
of their every thought
laced in innocence

my ideal lover...
will let me love them out loud
let's me be bashful and proud
let's me scream love sonnets
off roof tops
or whisper it
in coffee shops
they'll never get bored
of the words I bleed
because it's what their eyes
were made to see
it's what their heart
has craved to read
it's what there soul
was born to be

No, but this outweighs anything you could ever bring to the table.

We exchange empty stares
Full of feelings still felt
By both of us, but kept
Hid deep inside thinking
It'll make the pain go away

I am responsible for what I say, not what you understand.
Unsure of what I mean?
ASK.

It's a simple solution, really.
Fairly obvious, if you ask me.
Before you shove your false interpretations of what you believe my words to mean in everyone's faces, why don't you take the time to clarify?

Vincible ignorance. You have the means of acquiring the knowledge and truth behind my statements.
The fact that you don't use those resources is your responsibility.
I hold them in the palm of my hand, in the lobes of my brain, in the words behind my lips that are waiting for release.

You do it to make yourself look better?
You do it to start a fight?
You do it because you don't want to admit that I'm right?
Maybe diverting attention away from the fact will tarnish my name, eh? Bruise up my face?
That what you think?

You're **** right I'm an open book.
I will not hesitate to correct you in front of the world for your seeming inability to understand.
I won't be accountable for you wanting to start a fight from your willing ignorance.

You want me to write for you
But what can I say?
There are no words I can put onto paper
That will not open your eyes
To the things that I have kept hidden
For so long.

A body filled with nostalgia,
A heart filled with ache,
This is my karma,
For saying "I love you" too late.